The Lord Is Too Overbearing

“Big Sister Hou…she is going to fight with Brother Ye….”

“Who?”

Danzel, Diana and Mei Qi turned to Xiu Li and looked at him in puzzlement. They hadn’t heard about Basil’s temporary name, so they didn’t know to whom he was referring.

“It’s Brother’s female name—Xiao Hou Xin,” Shirley explained.

“Oh…that is quite an overbearing name,” Mei Qi commented. “It is very characteristic of him…or her, in this case.”

Tian Long hummed in interest. “I wonder how well that Ye kid will fare against Hou’er. Of course, I am even more curious about how Hou’er fights.”

“Why don’t we bet, Uncle Tian?” Clarissa suggested.

“Five minutes!” Julia declared. “Senior will clean the field in five minutes!”

“Three.”

“Four.”

“Darn it, these lasses. I will take three too.”

Danzel and the others watched in amusement as Tian Long and the lasses put their bet. They were extremely confident in their bet.

They had often gone to watch tournaments together. They didn’t watch one just to learn how to fight but also to bet. The lasses learned to discern people’s potential and their chance of survival to win the bet. Instead of being gambling masters, however, they got very discerning eyes, which was something that not everyone had.

“Uh…I will bet on seven minutes.”

At Xiu Li’s comment, Tian Long and the others turned to him in surprise. They quirked their eyebrow as if asking if he was sure he wanted to join and then smirked mirthfully as he gave Tian Long his money.

“There is no turning back, lad.”

Xiu Li, once again, nodded before turning his attention to Basil. He had seen his brother fight and also fought alongside Basil. He could measure how good his brother was but that was not the case with Basil. He had seen Basil slay his enemies and he didn’t dare to say that Basil had shown his all.

In the alternate reality, Basil held Durendal in her right and Caliburn in her left hand. It wasn’t clear whether she is floating because the sky was below her feet.

Looking at the scene, Ye Xiu smirked. He was extremely confident he would win as he glanced at the mirror floating above his head. Mirror of The Inverted Sky was the name of the Artefact. For a certain amount of time, which depended on the user’s competence, it brought its user and his enemies into a world where his enemies were destined to lose.

It was usually used in a situation that the user found hopeless. It was used to instantly flip the table, ignoring the odds and any applied Dao principles.

It was a quite heaven-defying Artefact—something that one would not normally expect to be in the hands of a Daoist of the Unshackled Spirit Realm. Because of this, many audiences stood up in shock upon its appearance.

“Do you see how you will win?” Ye Xiu said provocatively with a smile.

“I wonder…it is very hard for me to see how I will lose,” Basil retorted calmly, earning an amused chuckle from Ye Xiu.

Not far away from them, Chang Yu and Ye Xiu’s retainer were standing face-to-face. They kept their voice to themselves as they stared at each other—one in anticipation and the other one in condescension.

“I stab women but I don’t hurt them. Fighting you doesn’t sit well with me but I will do what my master asks me,” the retainer said. “Don’t begrudge me, Young Lady Wei…or I should say, the outcast Chang Yu.”

“You haven’t changed, have you, Mo Gan?” Chang Yu responded calmly.

“I have gotten stronger.”

Rolling her eyes, Chang Yu scoffed disdainfully. She took out a ribbon that instantly wrapped around her arm and then assumed a stance before calling Mo Gan to come closer.

“Between my Dao of Dance and your Dao of Fist, let’s see which is better.”

Mo Gan’s body shook as he suppressed his laugh. He couldn’t believe what he heard. Just by their names, one could immediately tell which one was better. Added to that was the fact that Chang Yu had a lower Cultivation Realm than him. He would eat bricks if Chang Yu somehow managed to win.

Assuming his stance, he kicked the ground and dashed at Chang Yu. The female Daoist was slightly baffled by his speed but she remained unfazed. When he threw his punch, she caught it with her ribbon. Her ribbon got extended as it wrapped around his arm.

He tried to free his hand but the hold that the ribbon had was strong enough to keep it in place. He didn’t panic and smirked instead. Yanking his hand powerfully, he threw a punch with his other hand to her side. Unfortunately for him, she could dodge it with grace.

“Has she always been this good—Chang Yu?” watching the fight, Tang Xin commented.

“Do you ever know what she is capable of?” Zimo shot back, earning no answer. “As I expected.”

Shuffling in his seat, Tang Xin turned to Ye Xiu and Basil. He was anticipating their fight but both of them were too interested in watching Chang Yu and Mo Gan fight.

Just like that, five minutes passed without the two moving even a single inch. At this point, the fight was closing to an end.

Chang Yu and Mo Gan both received injuries; however, it was clear that Chang Yu suffered the most. Bruises riddled any part of her body that was visible. Her temple was bleeding, half colouring her vision red. Her chest heaved up and down as she calmed her breathing.

“You are quite good, aren’t you?” Mo Gan remarked as he rubbed his neck that had been strangled by Chang Yu’s ribbon a few moments earlier. “To be able to hurt me this much despite being in the Physique Forger Realm…I have to commend you.”

Boom!

He punched his hands against each other, blasting the air in his surrounding away. “I shall give you 9 for the effort and your struggle shall end here. Watch! This is the difference between—”

As he was about to punch the sky below his feet, Mo Gan widened his eyes in shock. He tried his best to tilt his body to the back as fast as he could; however, the sword that was rapidly flying at him still passed through his cheeks.

“Aaaack!”

He quickly clutched his mouth to not let his jaw dangle. He liked to call himself resistant to pain but the burning sensation he was feeling in half of his face made him scream louder than he had ever done.

He keeled over as he watched blood coming out of his cut cheeks. In the next moment, his eyes saw nothing but the blue sky—the ground in this alternate reality. He could feel someone’s foot on the back of his head and tell who it was. He tried his best to lift his head but it was to no avail; the foot was too strong.

“There are men who like being strangled,” a melodious voice rang in his ears. “I don’t know if it is your thing but I like doing it. If you happen not to like it, I will make you.”

“N-No…have mercy on me!”

Terror washed over him as he felt something wrapping around his neck. It was the same ribbon that Chang Yu had used to strangle but it felt way more ominous than before.

As the ribbon tightened around his neck, he got to see, from the corner of his eyes, who was doing it to him. It was an otherworldly beautiful woman whose long brown hair had its sidelocks braided the way Elves did theirs—Xiao Hou Xin.

“It is enough, Miss Hou. There is no need for us to witness death as long as we can avoid it.”

Ye Xiu’s comment saved Mo Gan from his absolute terror. “Young Master Ye! Please, tell this lady to not use me to practise her kink!”

Ye Xiu was slightly dissatisfied by Mo Gan’s humiliating display; however, he still didn’t want Mo Gan to die. Therefore, he placated Basil and used Chang Yu, who was in his hands, as a bargaining chip.

“One can’t die if one of us decides to be stubborn, Miss Hou. As you twist my retainer’s neck, your friend will also lose her life.” To prove his point, Ye Xiu brought the dagger in his hand closer to Chang Yu’s chest.

“My friend? Did you mean your cousin?”

“I don’t mind killing those who have been kicked out from the family,” he retorted, sending a chill down Chang Yu’s spine.

Scoffing in amusement, Basil said, “You won’t dare.”

“Do you want me to—”

Crack!

Ye Xiu was stunned to silence the moment he saw Mo Gan’s neck was twisted. It happened so fast that he only widened his eyes after Basil tied his hand to his neck with the ribbon that Chang Yu had used to fight.

When he managed to untie the ribbon, Basil was already standing 15 metres away from him with the recuperating Chang Yu. He blinked his eyes in bemusement and frowned at the scene; he wondered if he was supreme in this world.

“Mirror of The Inverted Sky only gives you the advantage over your overwhelming opponent, not the necessary expertise to beat him,” Basil said, awakening Ye Xiu from his dazed state. “In case you are wondering, that is why you remain useless in this world.”

“….”

Rubbing his neck in disbelief, Ye Xiu spent a couple of seconds in silence before cackling madly. His eyes turned fierce as he gazed at Basil. His Qi blasted outwards, washing Basil and Chang Yu with intense pressure. His Dao was taking effect, distorting the space around him.

“Sister Hou, let’s destroy that mirror. Ye Xiu practises Space Dao; he will be invincible in this place!” Chang Yu warned.

“Do you know why he didn’t make a move until I did?”

“Because he was being respectful…no?”

Watching the alternate world fade gradually, Basil replied, “Controlling this space alone is already a chore. He was trying his best to manipulate this world, so everything would be in his favour…alas, it didn’t work.”

Mirror of The Inverted Sky allowed one to instantly flip the table by being the lord of the world within. One could make Dao work according to one’s desire.

This magnificent Artefact, like any other Artefact, also had requirements to work, of course. First, one had to understand Dao of Space; second, the rule one made inside the alternate reality also applied to oneself. If flying was forbidden, one could also not fly.

The rule Ye Xiu made was that only the Dao of Space worked properly. For that, he had to concentrate fully on suppressing the other Dao in the world. It was just as disadvantageous as it was advantageous for him. Because of this, Chang Yu could last longer against Mo Gan.

It did nothing to Basil, who was not even bound by the concept of Dao. He didn’t know about it until the end.